Amelia rolled over today. She's probably already done it before, but this is the first time I have actually SEEN her do it. I thought it was kinda funny, so I took a picture. Here she is screaming and screeching about her displeasure of being on her stomach. Yes, I said screeching. She has taken to screeching really loudly whenever she is excited or upset. JJ and I tell her she sounds like a dolphin or a little squealing pig. It's really quite amusing. Maybe I'll catch that on tape one day.
In other news, JJ is starting daycare next week. Well, he's actually going to The Goddard School, which we decided after considering a handful of places that it's, by far, the best we've seen. I should also add that each school is independently owned & managed, so I am by no means endorsing just any Goddard school. Anyway, I am actually excited for him because we can tell that he's craving the social interaction. They appear to do a great job there, and coincidentally we went to high school (grade school too with James) with the Director. She brings her own daughter there, so I think it says a lot about her trust in her staff. We'll keep you posted on his progress.
As for the Trubaby, he is happy as ever. I have seen him roll over also, but he's not as eager to do it as Amelia so I haven't caught him on camera yet. Words I would use to describe these days are agreeable, strong, and very affectionate.
I have been fortunate enough to continue to nurse both of them. One thing I really love about breastfed babies is how there really is not substitute for Mom. Take last night for instance. James stayed home by himself with all 3 babies from about 6 to 11 p.m. That is a tall order. Kudos James! Anyway, apparently Amelia went on a hunger strike and refused to take formula (although I am certain she was starving). She was relatively calm when I came in, but when she saw me she gave me a knowing smile and was eager to eat. Truman was sleeping when I came home, and apparently, he had taken 8 to 10 ounces in 5 hours, which is a lot for a 4 month old considering I fed him just before I left. Well, despite his hearty appetite while I was gone, he was still ready to nurse within an hour after I returned, which I think was more a result of being away from mom for a long time rather than actual hunger. They are both like this at night. Nobody goes down without nursing first.
After getting home and feeding them, both twins were ready to just go to bed. JJ was, as usual, another story. He eventually went to sleep but not without putting me down first. This is how it often works. I will be telling him a story or doing some mental imagery (helps calm him), and I start to fall asleep. He eventually gives up and falls asleep too. This is also why I don't get to blog very often.
Here's some updated pictures. Enjoy!
The Baby Thinker
This one was also taken today. While Amelia screeched and hollered downstairs, Truman was upstairs sleeping the day away. Sorry about the bad lighting. I'm still experimenting with my new camera.Here is Jameson sharing his TV chair with Amelia just after waking up.